One never knows when to press the "save" button. I need spell check to follow me around. I'm supposed to be writing bills.I used to be much more uptight about money. I worried and ranted and raved and got the damned things written ON TIME. Now I worry a good deal less, but am not so good at meeting their deadlines. Anxiety promotes organization. Lack of anxiety promotes poor spelling on blogs, more hammock time, late payment fees.
The police were called to Walker's baseball game. Two coaches were thrown out for complaining about bad officiating. The second coach bumped the official. The opposing team called the police. In the end, Walker's team won, the coach apologized, everyone went home, and the CRPD Canine Patrol did not have to unleash it's dog.
Walker had two hits and scored twice. This is cool because until recently he has been snake-bit at bat.
Unfortunately this game will not be remembered for my son breaking out of his slump. The official clearly was inept. He was young and lacked confidence and appeared to be unclear about the rules. This game is about boys, though. It was disapointing to be associated with such mid-life drama.
I'm still celebrating stationary objects with my camera. It makes it easier, while I'm trying to learn what all the buttons do.I'm going to try to get through the day without getting into an argument, getting the cops called, or making a late payment.
